Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2012 11:42:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Ray
Subject: Naked Under Cassocks
My cousin, who was only two months younger than me, and I were altar
servers in the small town that we lived in. We served almost every
morning, and then on Sundays, we'd have one more kid show up to help out.
It was summer time, and not many people attended Mass during the week.
Gary and I played a lot of sex stuff, since we'd just discovered our cocks.
We were only ten and a half, but still had lots of fun playing with our
own, and each other's cocks. We did lots of dares, like riding our bikes
around the block in the nude, and going to the movie house, and after the
movie starts, shoving our shorts and jockeys down to our knees. Stuff like
that.
One day we dared each other to be naked under our cassocks. It was fairly
easy, since we "vested" in a different room than the priest. We stripped
off our shorts and t-shirts, leaving us with just our shoes and socks on.
Then on went the cassock and surplice. We soon found that the coarse
material rubbed against our cocks, and of course made them hard. But at
that time, our cocks were so small, nobody noticed. We enjoyed that fact
that we had no clothes on under our cassocks. Very fun, and for two boys,
it was beyond imagination that we could get away with it.
After Mass on day early in the summer, our priest noted that it was pretty
warm, and if we didn't want to wear our shoes and socks, it would be OK
with him. He wore sandals without any socks, so he was barefoot almost
also. So now, not only do we not have any clothes on, our feet are bare
too.
Nice. We enjoyed the feeling of the cool tile on the altar floor.
About two days after we quit wearing shoes and socks, two ladies came into
the sacristy, and told Father how cute it was to let us not have to wear
shoes. They admired our cute feet, and also noticed that it was much
quieter on the altar without the shoes making the noise that they did.
They hoped that he would let us stay barefoot as long as possible. He
agreed that it was a good thing to have us as God intended. Little did
they know that our feet were not the only things that were bare out there
on the altar. Father called us into his side of the sacristy, and told us
that these two women were admiring the fact that his servers had naked
feet. He had us lift up our feet so that they could see them a bit closer.
Of course that meant that we were exposing our little bare legs to them
also. They not only felt our feet, but ran their hands up our skinny legs.
That feeling of our feet and legs caused us both to have an erection that
was feeling good, what with the movement of the material over our cocks,
and their fingers on our feet, it would have been impossible to not get
hard as ever.
Finally, they put our feet down, and let us go to get out of our cassocks,
but as we turned, they both patted us on the butt. That really felt good.
They could have done that all day, and we'd not have complained.
Sunday was coming, and we were wondering how we were going to tell Matt how
we were dressing at Mass. We couldn't call him on the phone, because all
of us were on party lines, and as soon as his ring would sound, there would
be lots of eavesdroppers listening in, so that was out. We could write a
letter, but it might not get there on time, and his folks would wonder what
was in the letter. So we just adopted the wait and see approach. We'd
tell him as soon as he got out of the car. We'd meet him and then on the
way to the back of the church, we'd brief him on the happenings, and how to
dress. (Or not to dress.) Matt finally got to the parking lot with his
parents, and we ran to him, to greet him. As we walked to the back of the
church, we told him what we had been doing. Going naked under our
cassocks. He could not believe that we would do such a thing. When we
told him that we didn't need to wear shoes either, he was not believing us
at all. He told us that he'd have to see it to believe it.
We went into the church, greeted the priest, and went to our side of the
sacristy to get ready for Mass. Chris and I immediately got our shoes and
socks off, then shed our t-shirts, followed quickly by our shorts and
briefs. Matt just stood there amazed at our performance. We grabbed our
cassocks and surplices, put them on and began to get ready for Mass. Matt,
reluctantly followed our lead. He was grinning from ear to ear as he got
his Mass clothes on. I happened to glance over, and his little three
incher was stiff as a board.
After Mass there was the annual parish picnic. Everyone was to go there.
Well, all of us did eventually get there. The three of us went to our
house, and had some fun.
We talked a bit about being naked under our cassocks, and how much fun it
was, since nobody in the congregation knew about it except us.
When we got to our house, we decided that it would be nice to get rid of
all of our clothes, and play with each other. We all had good hard
erections, and loved to feel them, and to feel each other's cock. I
especially liked to feel their cocks, and also, play with their butts.
They would tell me to kneel down, and act like an altar boy, and worship
their butts. I'd do it in a flash. I would kiss their cheeks, but until
this day, that was all I'd do. Today, I was extra horny I guess, and
thought that I'd do more than kiss their cheeks. As Matt turned his butt
to me, and I kissed his cheeks, I reached up and spread his cheeks, and
licked his butt hole. He groaned that it really felt good, do it again.
Chris, who was standing in front of Matt, asked what had happened, and I
told him that he'd get the same treatment in just a few minutes. Licked
Matt's butt for a minute or so more, then told him to move over so that
Chris could get the same treatment. Chris wiggled his butt when I would
lick him there.
They liked seeing me jack off, so I jacked off for them. Didn't shoot
anything yet, just the dry cum, but they got the idea.
We got dressed and headed for the picnic, didn't want to miss the burgers
and hot dogs.
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